The Human at the bar was on his third mug of Dwarven Ale, which was somewhat impressive, in a stupid way.
"And another thing, you other races are all the same, every Dark Elf is the same-"
The Bartender sighed.
"Please, Humans are the race with no variety. Just all about killing, be it in dungeons, or farming to kill, or just breeding like, well, Humans, just so you have more of your own kind to kill.
Oh, and killing yourself by coming into a bar like this and being racist."
A Dark Elf emerged from the shadows, swords drawn.
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